Man, I feel so awfully fat. like, there's a lump of fat in my gullet or something, waiting to be dissolved. sheesh. must be all the haagen daaz and what-not, cake, especially, i've been eating. anyone who goes out with me, please tell me to exercise, please, man. sheesh.

that's what being a clerk is all about, slacking, sleeping, getting fat. OCS boys don't kill me now. exercise is good for you.

on a lighter note, wen en's house is great for musical inspiration. if anything, it's quiet, and it just makes you feel, well, posh, great for writing sit-down-by-the-poolside lounge music. because you can just imagine it being played there. and the piano is fabulous. i must definitely go there more often. the walk in can be my exercise. yay.


often i feel incoherently bad, and socially inept. i used to be skeptical when people said there's a left-brain, that controls logic and speech, and a right-brain, that controls music and e arts/visual. and like, now it's all right-brain. i'm hearing songs in my head with my right-brain, pitching well, everything, but everything turns to dust when i open my mouth to speak. i don't speak, i splutter, like, 'beagaghagkdalgha' and like everyone is 'waht'? 'what's the point?' sheesh. okayyy mebbe the connections isn't working well. must be the fat, huh.

okay so blame it on the fat. i MUST MUST get down to some jogging.

yesterday was a blast! expectations were sky-high and the night really delivered! was with zhu/gill/dave etc and we went into bar none! how cool.. they din even check id.....darren came later....to check out 3 bands! highrise, ronin, and electrico....=) the place was absolutely absolutely packed, especially when ronin was playing, but thanks to gerald we got seats, yay. could even stand on them some more. lol. drinks were cheap, stella was going at 5 a bottle!

the bands: highrise was typically britrock, the songs really quite lacklusture, but the atmosphere was nice, a full sound with some chiming guitars from an es-335 (Aria), usual 4-4 stomping coldplayesque music. ronin was absolutely funny and 80s-guns-and-roses-like with their screaming antics and the showmanship of the albino frontman, really distinctive. he engaged e crowd really well. a bit 80s, though. electrico was cool. nice songs, lyke the number-one hit 'i want you'. okay so far so good.

went for supper later on and i swear all of us sure kena get fat one. everytime we go to these places we always end up at glutton square! (next to specalist's shopping centre, the makan place) we ended up just chatting and chilling and ahhh it was fun fun. im back to my crazy self again. still young, you know. cannot always lisetn to frank sinatra.

so I will take up my cross and follow You, O Lord. there's something exciting about this spiritual journey--it is a journey, not just a state of mind, there is a beginning and an end in the far-away future--it's exciting because, well, you'd never know where God is going to lead you. it's just, trusting Him and letting HIm lead. because everyday there is a struggle, but then, this spiritual journey is long and hard, it requires, determination, yes, and a spirituality, a strength; it's not just flippant hedonism or thrill-seeking, but is grounded on solid word, on people, on the Spirit, on tangible things. and it's that tangible thing that i want to find. I find that prayer is so important, especially just praying with all your heart and seeking God, because that's the only way that you'll ever really grow. praying without really meaning it is USELESS. i might as well not pray.

There was supposed to be this long post on how my life was on an upward trend, last week. the 17th. but blogger played a prank.

so well. im too lazy to type it out. mebbe later. it's 2 in the morning anywaes.

so i told myself to keep it going, but unfortunately lost the handle.

'coming down the world turned over
angels fall without you there
i go on as you get colder
or are you someone's prayer?'
-goo goo dolls, black balloon

Happiness and Depression

A friend once gave me a marvellous piece of advice; she referred me to a quote which states that it is useless to try to capture and relive moments in the past: Because every moment hinges on a combination of different feelings, it is unique, and hence cannot be captured in its entirety. So the conclusion was to live each day and enjoy it, instead of hoping for a moment in the past that I thought was happy.
And somehow I realised I can never quantify how happy a particular day in history was. Was the day I had dinner with my friends as happy as the day I enjoyed a brilliant piece of music, or saw a wonderful piece of eye-candy? One can never place a value on a moment, or a feeling. The only thing we might be able to do is to try to recall what it was like in this blog, or in diaries, (which is one reason I blog). Reliving it, sadly, no.
And so, even happiness and depression is transient. Every little day will bring about its share of happinesses and depressions. And sometimes in my depression I question if the happiness I'd felt earlier was truly real. Or, being happy, wonder how in the world I could be depressed. Are they the same me? I hope so, but I doubt it.
The worst thing is when I'm happy and I just want to crystallise the moment by ending it, so I would not dilute the intensity of that moment by the length of time, which would invariably lead to a lessening of that happiness: I always have this weird impression that a moment of euphoria and happiness is worth more than a sustained period of not-so-happiness, because the intensity is greater in that instant. And so I purposely try to get rid of that happiness, so I can savour that moment even more, precisely because it is gone. and then it is too late, when I find that depression is really bad, to go back to happiness.

Everything hinges on my insanity now.

Blogging has been such a chore; it should be fun, but then it seems like a routine. but then again, you need to update it, if not it'll seem that nothing has happened.

but of course things happen. i just don't want to blog them.

it's been really topsy-turvy, i guess. one thing i still haven't learnt, even from entering the army, is consistency. The ability, really, to just have ONE mood for one whole day and stick to it. it's always up and down, which makes for paranoia that the euphoria i feel now would be immediately submerged by feelings of loneliness and depression.

So it's time to make a change, only thing is, I don't know how.

still, the week has been fine. by 2004 NS standards, of course. The weekend was really topsy-turvy, like I mentioned earlier. Friday was pretty good: I met daryl for some catching up over pool (with justin), and it got better later on at my fren's surprise party (at his place). Of particular note was the large amount of booze and, more importantly, the people that came, which made conversation enjoyable and meaningful. Even though it might not have been very happy altogether (due to reasons unknown), it was really nice because I really felt appreciated. Appreciated with a capital A. These are people who know me, who actually value my companionship. I don't need to prove anything else to them and they already know me. So it's an ease on my shoulders. Damn I hate meeting new people.

Saturday started off very well, though i had only 4 hours sleep; I went to send vette (and later meiping) to airport with daryl and gang. it was really hilarious, all the 'shuai' and stupid RI lingo (i mean it in an affectionate way). and later went to play soccer at RI: scored a goal, but the rest of my performance was quite disastrous by my standards; hardly touched the ball, can't really get past any players, dwindling on the ball...oh well. nvm i scored a nice goal so it's okay, almost makes up for bad performance. had a tiff with my mother about punctuality but that's normal, really, for me. slept like a pig later on because of the sheer lack of sleep.

and sunday was really bad; i was stuck in the annals of depression. i dunno, but i just find it very difficult to get along with church people; it just seems that they and I are on different wavelengths, and i have to try to impress them and prove myself, which is so difficult. they're not yet in my comfort zone, which is a real worry.

monday, and it felt strange, back to camp again, back to stress, and the absence of any respite from the constant torrental fear that someone is watching your back. tuesday was better, took half day off to sleep at home before going to airport. and that was fun!! seeing daryl and gabriel off to UK; met loads of friends, the RI clerk bunch that i must definitely hang out more with, and my ac friends. felt like old times. the jokes and stuff. even if it is directed at me. hmmph. yah but it was okay. i felt good after this, really i mean. it was nice.

wednesday, and the combo band was back playing; i was stoned as usual; we spent the morning sleeping and eating in the mess. thursday, and it was a really nice feeling in the morning waking up late (took off) and travelling down bkt timah road; was a really nice feeling seeing all those trees and nice chill-out music played in my head. which was really nice. and later i go to dark old ubi and everything's ugly and grey again. i took a look around; everything's grey! no wonder my mood is grey too. later we went to eat gengkhis khan. met up with eugene, who graciously treated us. the food was good....sashimi was fresh, oysters big, and the teppanyaki nice. but it's a bit on the high side for that kinda food.

friday, and i'm sick, and hoping and praying there isn't a recall. because if there is i'm going to positively yell and scream my head off.

I'm floating so far away and so fast that the shore is now just a speck in the distance; I am waiting for angels to swoop me up, or maybe you, but you wouldn't know it.
I am waiting for deliverance, precisely because I am just too far away from home for my calls to find answers.

Sigh. There just hasn't been enough drive; perhaps in Raffles it was so competitive that it somehow forced me to find another gear; here serving National Service, everything is just so commonplace and so mundane that it is impossible to find any heights on a daily, consistent basis, (except for the weekends and off-days, of course) for me to sustain any form of emotion. The only constancy is, mondays bad, fridays good. Going to work is a chore; coming back home and I think about resting and just lazing around. You know what? I want to know what love is. I want you to show me.

I wonder what is the male equilavent of being 'swept off your feet'. It would be a rather interesting description, I'd bet.


I'll wait until the next time when life brings new things for me. Little gifts, you know, you must cherish them.

i've been having queer dreams, probably a result of too much sleep, or not enough sleep. but who cares. dreams are nice. they're even nicer if they're about nice people. yay.
(you realise this is going to be a himbo post).
was out playing at orchard today, which was so cool. just didn't feel so right, though. the atmosphere just wasn't there, the groove. oh wells. but aegyptie really rocked, man. and jamming later on brought out the extrovert in me again in ways that i'll never comprehend anymore, because army has since stifled you of all your senses and taught you to be calculative and cold and methodical, when all you really need in life is a bit more laughter and greater candour. shouting at the top of my lungs 'all the lesbians....come over here!' is simply the best panacea for the cold hard bitches in civil defence.

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Off to London, to New York, to Paris

Fly off to different continents, to new life. You will soon be there, in far-away cities, to start living. gone are the days where you were like plants in a nursery; now it's time to be taken to the forest to truly live under the sun that shines on you. The nursery might have been safe: safety nets are always there, and here is your comfort zone of friends and family, even if it is sterile; but you weren't truly allowed to grow the way you would have liked. Now, overseas, suddenly you realise that all your life you have been living in the nursery. and now you see the world, bright, shining, with different ideas and many people with their own opinions, some of which you might not agree with. but it is there, and you live with it, and you grow, and make your own opinions about what is good and what is bad and hopefully you be stronger.

and so you will be blessed just to see something different; scenery, travel, sightseeing, interacting with students from different places, learning from professors that are pioneers in their fields, and so on. you will be blessed, because all your life you have been stuck with the same 4 million people and you realise the world has like, what, 4 billion inhabitants, and all you see is a small flake of the pie. it's not enough to satisfy your weird quirky tendencies, especially in parochial singapore. you need something bigger and better. so you go overseas. i salute you. it is great you can go.

take care. dont' feel sad about leaving singapore. don't feel sad that you wish you could take them along with you. people will come and go, and people will pass by; in the end, all us adults will have is a handful of close friends, as we get married and have childrean. most of the time we'll interact with our spouses exclusively, and organised social groups such as school will soon disappear. it'll just be individuals living their own lives, and, if we're in luck, our paths will meet; or else we might remain alien to each other till we meet possibly in heaven. So save no tears for this regret; for inevitably this will happen.

true friends will always be with you no matter where you go.

today was really eventful; i can't even begin to explain it. i think 5-day work week is a brilliant idea because then my saturdays become even more useful. at least i don't have to think, or go, to camp. or do anything with SCDF.

i mean, even the dream was eventful. i dreamt about my friend N running around in army gear and together we were there hunting out snipers and avoiding mortar bombs and grenades, etc. (Which is surprising cuz i'm never in army). and then i dreamt about how i was reading the obituary and this guy just died at 22, while studying in the uni. it was so freaky because i started worrying about my own mortality and how i'm just wasting my life away.

and the funny thing was that it was so apt because up to now i've been somewhat in the doldrums, worrying about stupid things that will bear no real significance to my life, and not allowing the good things in life to come to me. and living for now, partying, not caring about God, or my eternal purpose in life. i mean i knew he was there but somehow i didn't feel the need to go to him. which was bad. but things change in a short while.

doing quiet time and the passage was again apt; it was about the brevity of life! (note how that links to the dream) and about how we are all grass (psalms 90) and will be forgotten soon. so the message is, to live for God, to store up treasure in heaven. and you can't live for two things, for they will surely conflict; to live for God is to stop living for yourself.

and it ended full circle with the saturday evening service worship, which was really nice and made me think about good things again and how it's important to live life to the fullest, and you can't have too much of good things. worshipping God was great. you just feel thanksgiving. just pure thanksgiving. the message was on missions; i think i can be a good bible study teacher, so maybe. why not. haha. maybe in the future. grins. yeah so now it's full circle; after the coming back to God, it's the, send me part.

and later on at candice's place for her farewell it was not bad too! met up with some old friends, chatted around, mixed a bit, sat with the 1b pple, went to booths' pub with 1c. pretty fun. ahhh i miss those days.

so people are flying off which is so sad but i'm happy for them because they'll be able to see new things and a great big world out there.

Here's something that always puzzled me; why do nice guys finish last? anyway here's a really apt article about it which a friend passed on to me for my reading pleasure.

Ode to the Nice Guys
This rant was written for the Wharton Undergraduate Journal

This is a tribute to the nice guys. The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores.

This is in honour of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honour of the guys with open minds,with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honour of the guys who respect a girl’s every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once they’re at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favour cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow don’t end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldn’t worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you’d ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didn’t have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing "serious" between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: "oh, but we’re just friends!" And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warmbody for her ego, you went anyways. Because you’re nice like that.

The nice guys don’t often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys don’t seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I can’t. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as "oh, he’s too nice to date" or "he would be a good boyfriend but he’s not for me" or "he already puts up with so much from me, I couldn’t possibly ask him out!" or the most frustrating of all: "no, it would ruin our friendship." Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathise and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I can’t figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do(I’m going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesn’t last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realise they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys.You know who you are, and I know you’re sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker fora pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

Fu-zu Jen, SEAS/WH, 2003

The sound of an immensely well-tuned piano is absolutely wonderful. The notes actually gel and dont' feel like a pain to my ears. it's like, i expect this note to be sounded, and that's what I actually get when i play the note. you can finally hear the changes in the bass note, from a D to a C# and C for example. there's a sense of feeling, almost ethereal, a bit oriental and a bit irish, actually.
yay. thank God for a proper-ly tuned piano..


on a sour note, though, work is becoming unbearable. if i were to write a formal critque, here goes.

1. The problem with SCDF is that their officers are, really, inept, for wont of a better word. Why are they inept?

a) They don't know how to treat NSF in order to get the best results.

Anyone with common sense will realise that, if you treat your subordinates well, they would be more willing to do better work. It's the incentive system. You treat them well, they respect you, they are more willing to earn your favour by doing good work. treat them badly, and all you get is just-on-time work, delayed work, etc. and never-anything-more. They even fail to comprehend that ultimatums and pressure would be more useful if officers are usually nice, and hence the difference is even greater.

b) They do extra things.

For example, for the WITs, they can just waste our time by doing stupid things, extra things such as refiling the cabinets in the docket according to alphabetical order so that they can fulfill their WITS (suggestions scheme) requirements. it's like suggesting we change the colour of the dustbin to fit the colour scheme and then getting NSF (like me) to paint the dustbin.

c) They dont' explain what they are doing.

Most of the time, though, they explain so badly that it is better if they dont' explain at all.

d) They put pressure for the sake of doing so

It is as though wearing the 3 bars means that there is a minimum pressure quota that officers have to fill. I don't see why they just can't live for good things. i mean, it is a really warped person who would find pleasure in making others feel lousy about themselves. too bad, we've got lots of them in SCDF.

e) All they do is to try to please their superiors

They do so without even knowing that their superiors aren't stupid. Don't they realise that superiors know if they are 'angkatting'(carrying), and might see them as being weak-minded, having little capability of their own, etc? there is a fine line between being respectful, mindful of the superior's wishes, trying to see to their needs and wants, and fawning all over them, going out of their way to try to please them.

So it is no wonder we don't get the Singapore Quality Award.

Had so much fun over this weekend! On friday met jing to eat xiao long bao and walk around in kino; checked out a great songwriter's book/guide; talked and walked some more; on saturday it was 2 great parties; wow, really feels like JC again, i haven't met some of these people for countless eons! was nice talkin to some dance pple, humans pple, et al....was really cool... hmms. it was so fun, it's like, the music is relegated to the background and i am just so involved in what people are saying, there's no more like' oh this sucks' and 'this is crap'. positivity!!!
yay

hmms. during worship today all i could think of was, it's His grace that has set us free from sin, let us offer our thanksgiving to Him!
'we enter His gates with thanksgiving in our hearts, we enter His courts with praise'....yay!! giving thanks is so important because it shows we appreciate Him and what He has done.

Things have been quite in limbo, but they're on the upward mend now. Was doing quiet time during lunch time and really like peering into the meanings of the Word of God, which really has so many layers that you understand what it means to see but not understand. it's only when you peel every word apart and realise the significance and connotations, and the sheer weight of every word, can you actually start to comprehend its full meaning. it is that profound, while looking deceptively simple at the same time. yes. the chapter was john 15, about how we must obey God's commandments if we love him, so we may abide in His love and that our joy may be full.
so yay. that's a good start. Jesus is my best friend now and that's a wonderful thing. it's like, you can sense his presence soemtimes.
i hope my friend/colleague comes to church. it'll be good for him. yay...

the reason i've been down is really because of a lack of sleep, i guess. nothing's worse than that. you get real paranoid, and the positivity and JOY that was once me is all gone. army makes it worse. i decided i'm not going to let 18 years of positive thinking and joy be taken away completely by just 2 years of dratty national service; i'm much better than that. i figured i'm going to tide out the time by just being positive and looking to see how i can imbue some of that positivity to others instead of letting myself be destroyed by all the cynicism about life and all the rank hierachy and so on. it'll be a shame if i did.

in music it's the same. there's just so much manufactured music in the world today that i feel a mission and a burning drive to bring some joy of music into the world and hopefully into the charts. so let me start now. it's not the same anymore. we're writing songs again, aren't we. we used to be paranoid about melody but in the end it's again the rhythms and the spirit as well, isn't it. i was reading some guide, which was quite useful.

went out today again. hmms. had really nice siao long bao which was really nice. haha.

this is starting to sound himbo that....hmms....

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i happend to flip through a book in kino written by a singaporean about the difference between western culture and chinese culture. about how westerners are more egalitarian, there is a greater emphasis on the individual, while chinese culture is more hierarchal, and how there is an emphasis on society more, and keeping that harmony, which means that people are more or less stuck in their place; the only way out, henceforth, is to attain wealth, in order to move up the social ladder, which would explain the obsession with cars, condos, etc. you know. on the contrary, westerners also try to attain that dream, but in the end their self-worth is based on an intrinstic notion of their own worth, instead of how others view them, which is quite the case in chinese culture.
hmms. i don't know how much of that is true, but in camp it seems like material wealth and money is indeed very important for many. maybe it's because of their background, which really proves the 'hierachy of needs' theories are true and accurate; we can only really start to talk about all the other things if your basic needs are met, right? but somehow they're the little people of ravaloe once again.
for me, many people have asked, how come i'm so 'jia kantang', but i really can't help it. it's the people i grew up with, the things that i've learnt, the books i read, the music i listen to, everything's so englified that it would be a complete paradigm shift for me to suddenly start becoming chinese all over again, it's as though i'd need to be reborn and start all over again reading manga and all to actually understand what a chinese would actually think, or feel. so up till now i am still completely englified. I can say that, without any ashamedness whatsoever of my lack of chineseness in my ever-yellow skin. sorry, but acsi and actually even religion, the fact that i'm a Christian, and hence believe in Christian values, have somewhat made this alignment rather inevitable.

marmalade pantry rocks. had the apple crumble but my friend's toffee thign was really really nice. so sweet and with a nice aftertaste. nice conversation. the ambience is really nice man. perfect place to bring ur date, you could stay there forever man. songs floated in and the mood was almost dreamy.
and i was startled to learn things. but it was really interesting.

for the songwriter, the unavoidable truth is: it comes to you when you aren't looking for it, when you're thinking about anything other than actually writing a song. think abt drugs, sex, the good life, anything, and it'll come. look for it and it disappears. how transient is our mind.

so today was actually a good day. hmms. positivity. that's the attitude i'll bring.

INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!
INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!

So I was the other week> last week if I remember correctly. just too caught up with creating a nice song, writing a chorus, thinking about music too much. argh. it really sucks. it's much better now i guess. maybe because my perspective is getting better. i'm not being shallow and superficial anymore. i am back to living and being someone, active rather than being passive.

and i love travis. and i think 'everytime' by britney is actually a nice song. really nice. sigh.

just got back from a friend's concert. not bad not bad. some really skilful violinists especially at the end of the first set and the second set of bach was really nicely done. familiar piece but done nicely.... the teacher must be really proud of them. went to stomp wif sheng on DDR. haha. i lost. but who cares. good exercise. im getting fat.

i'm going to live for God. read ephesians 2 and how we were 'created to do good works'. so here goes. and we sang 'make me a blessing' in church today which was really nice because yeah i want to be a blessing. write christian songs. live for God. tell people about God.

i will not boast in my intelligences, because they are fleeting and they pass by like the wind. i will not boast in my looks, because they (are non existent) are transient. I will not boast in my gifts, because they can be taken away in a jiffy and are inconsistent--sometimes they are here and soemtimes they are not, and so what do I do when they are not? i will not boast in people, for people come and go. 'But i will boast in Jesus Christ, His death and resurrection'.

hows life these days?

life is not bad. in fact the past 3 days were actually quite good. friday i took off and just hanged out and slept till real late. went to play pool with ben and ws and later i and jerm hit off to town to catch 'house of flying daggers', which wasn't really good at all. and later we went to kino to look see and i got a book, 'one hundred years of solitude' by gabriel garcia marquez. seems an interesting read, wen en recommends it. so yeah i'll just occupy myself with reading i guess.
saturday was realyl fun also. played guitars and jammed with darren at his house which was really nice...haven't done that for ages and brings back memories of just hanging out at his house almost every week or something during the hols. fun fun fun. played some pool. went for wen siang's birthday party! COOL. nice to see everyone again. i was really stoned at the start, really tired, and maybe because of the wine, and everything was army talk, but later on the night got really fun with daniel and his antics and hanging around in kevin's room. that was sheer primary-secondary school boys' night out pleasure.

and keane's 'somewhere only we know' is great, i hasten to add.

i realised that alot of my songs are sad. i don't know why. it's probably because i'm usually quite happy-go-lucky that it has become my modus vivendi, and so when sadness and a little bit of melancholy come my way, i can crystallise it into a song, a tune, a mood. but how do you crystallise something that you already know too well? it's too familiar, this party. you can't express it. it's no different. it won't transport you.

but hello. how's life? life is much better and i'm thankful for that.

I think I am truly incapable of feeling true human emotion and human connection. I am incapable of connection.

I don't know why.
But this insecurity is killing me. This paranoia that people are just sweet-mouthing each other, when really they hardly mean what they say.

They can say 'your'e so nice' but it really means something else.

okay i must stop this because i always do something stupid and yah it sucks arggghhhh

Things are in limbo yet again, aren't they....

they always are.

Funerals are just very weird, interesting, things. it's like, why does it take a funeral, or a death, for people to realise the importance of living everyday to the best you can, knowing that life is short, a wisp, a little breath, and then we pass away. and there's no turning back, no room for regrets, no space to say 'i should have done this', or 'i should have done that'; it's all useless, all wasted.
so isn't it more important to live according to your principles and love everyday because you know that once you don't, even regret will not save that day from being a waste.
 
hmm.

so how's life from last time, hmms let me think, i don't know for sure. i'm sure things were fine, they usually are.
 
had a nice dinner party at colin's house last saturday. met up with an old friend, had an interesting time talking about situational puzzles. played lots of good tennis on sunday with chris. sigh. but wasted, i should have gone to BAYBEATS!
 
everyone said it was so funky.
sheesh.
wasted.
 
 
my life.
hmms.s..
 

Bad news. never mind what it is, just bad.

it is just providence, really. somehow, at this stage of our lives, we are so influenced by MTV and the pop media about living your life to the fullest we forget that it's God's purpose that really counts, and not your own. you can't choose God's purpose for you, you weren't even born when he decided why HE placed you on this earth, and it is for HIS pleasure not yours. not mine. somehow i think deep down inside we knew what purpose he's called us for, but maybe we don't really listen and further that purpose to see whether it is really that way, we just treat it as the passing wind.
and it's not the way i should be living my life, is it.

nothing on earth comes from ourselves. it's all providence. our talents, our life, friends, our family, everything, all we ever needed or made us happy was from God, and somehow i just want to be thankful and proclaim thanks and how he's blessed me. i gotta realise that because God loves me, I need to proclaim that love to others, not as an obligation but because i am so inspired and so touched by God's love that i should share it.

now as i wake up i should pray that all things will be well. i daily put my trust in You, O Lord. and i shall not confuse the gifts with the giver, because it is You who has given me life,and the gifts, and I just want to praise You.


and as i watched spiderman, i realised you can be young and still make an impact on the world. i'm already old enough. i should stop kidding myself that i am young and time can still wait for me. then when will i stop thinking like that? at what age should i grow up and do something good to the world, or something that God wants me to do? how old was David when he killed goliath? i'm never too young to do anything.

so i should be consisent about my life, consistent all the time to God's plan. and what God wants.

Had a good time today. played tennis with ben at his new condo, which he said was white when it was really maroon=), and was fun....went shopping and got a top. topman. okay, nice design i guess

am starting on a new book, rick warren's 'a purpose driven life'. i don't know. i guess i'm sort of in limbo as to what God wants me to do. the priorities were wrong, and all that. whatever. it doesnt' matter. i'll put away the OLD and the selfishness of living for myself and start again living for YOU. It's okay. better late than never. so i'm on to the first chapter. wonder what the rest will bring.

so what i've learnt is;
1. it's not about me, but about you - my life is not about myself, but fulfilling what you desired for me, what your purpose is.
2. you know me better than i know myself -- so i will trust in you and wait on you because you know better.
3. life has no meaning living for myself, but it has living for you --
self explainatory.

onward to a new future.

It's really a blessing in disguise to have to do phone KP duty (in the afternoons, during lunch), because it means that, when others are gone from the office and all, i can have really long, quiet, quality time with God and do my quiet time then, which will allow me to walk better with Him, when i need to be strong in Him to be a good testimony and to help me walk right and find peace/joy/true love. because this is my destiny. i cannot help but want to seek my Maker, for it is the source and goal. it is a 'zero', the base, just as any building has a base, so my base is God.
it is as simple as that. we can build our nice buildings on top of each other, and all, but if the base isn't right, everything falls. everything.

daily i surrender to you, everyday. take my life and let it be songs of praise to you O lord.

let it be.

I just had one of the weirdest dreams. I dreamt i went back to RJC.

and..

1. i met my class girls, sitting by a canteen table cutting cake. i wonder why. they called me.

2. i met X, whom I have never talked to before, in my life. it was funny because X just came up to me and we just started talking. a pretty good conversation. the funny thing is, i didnt' even realise I was talking to X for the first time, and after a while did it spring to mind. i became more self-conscious after that. everyone else sang happy birthday to X and X looked pleased, and i didn't realise and only got to wish X happy birthday after that. tehre was a big cake for X.

3. I went around looking for Z, but to no avail. because there was some event which required help or something (or maybe Z was just avoiding me)

4. There was free food buffet-style so i grabbed some.

5. I think, somehow, I must be mad.

I've been having so many weird dreams recently. i even dreamt my scdf band mates were in a computer game i was playing.

help i need help. lol

I'm taking off tomorrow to watch holland v portugal. the match's coming up in a few minutes time ooh i can't wait it's my first euro 2004 match btw. how sad is that, army boy.

but it better be good, i am dying for it to be good.

i just realised that, at night, your mind is a mess and your hair is flimsy and everything's blurry and you feel almost drug-induced. but maybe it's just me. it's a crazy world.

you'll never know what's coming.

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WHY is it that people in society bond with their own kind? or like, in camp, it seems easier to talk to people from the same educational backgrounds and so on? before people start accusing me of being elitist and snobbish and so on, let me explain that it is not my intention; in fact i am questioning why such things still happen even when i deliberately make it a point to be conscious about that image i might give.

i do not think it is that people deliberately refuse to mix with people from above them, or below them, but probably because they are incapable of doing so, or do not find it comfortable to do so. for one, interests are different. because society shapes the interests of people, we are more likely to be interested in the same things as others who are part of the same sector of society. furthermore, it is a comfort zone, i guess, because we are always connected with our past.


you realise this can be extrapolated to the whole of singapore rite. and to the whole of the world.

When we were young we thought we could conquer the world. So I thought of big plans, and what i could do, but it is now distant, and i am left to rue the paths that i did not follow. what would i be if i had taken them? only God knows. but it seems as though i've lost that inner joy that was in me to become who i am and who i want to be. that inner joy that stems not from things but from God and from a knowledge that 'i can do anything through Christ who gives me strength'. So somehow that is lost and i remain, passive, sedated, waiting for life to bless me and hurt me, rather than being in control of my own destiny. that's the way shawn has been. maybe it's because of disappointment, maybe it's a disorientation, but somehow i'm not the same anymore.

And now the world rushes by, and too few are the things that I have done, which I had wanted to do; time moves on, unable to turn itself back ; gone are the opportunities i once had to fully live my 12th year, or my 18th, for that matter. because, as people say, we are unable to fully live life until we realise how there's no turning back. 'youth is wasted on the young'.

And so i remain a silent observer of life. Unable to join in the game anymore, sitting there, observing how everything moves and how people enjoy and how they interact. and all i do is to explain what is happening when i really wanted to be back in it.

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i just realised that the difference between Christians and non-Christians is that, for Christians, they can never be truly happy away from God, nor can they be truly sad with God. happiness, after all, is God. deep down, it is.

I just had the weirdest of dreams yesterday.
I dreamt that there was this girl (okay don't ask who it is) who was sitting in some large hall and I was trying to get her attention but then, she never did, for once, look at me! like, i saw many girls sitting around, and she sat at the back row center next to another and I was staring all around but somehow she was content to look elsewhere. sigh i'm a failure. maybe it's a sign of something lah.

and there was another girl, and i remembered i tickled her ear and everyone was looking at me lik what's his problem.

okay i must seek psychatric help. i think i need it....must be army ah.

One word: I love the acoustics in the Esplanade Concert Hall. Beautiful. You hear the sound of silence, the ringing tone that comes after all is still. And in that stillness of air, you hear beautiful melodies and rounded harmonies.
That's cool for you.


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Having too high expectations of life really sucks, personally. I guess because I've enjoyed lots of highs and fun, especially with good friends from last time, being involved in all of that, I'd tend to expect the same things now. I tend to expect that every outing, or talk, we'll have would be one with some form of meaning, some form of deep connection, not just a mundane tete-a-tete that means absolutely nothing. But no, I cannot expect that. i must not. Expecting that only means that when it doesn't happen I become insecure and start questioning my whole existence and how come it doesn't really happen.when all you get is 'friendly his and simple goodbyes' (from 'i cannot expect). maybe that's why i prefer the company of girls sometimes, because guys often find it difficult to express their emotions. i can't blame them. but sometimes it gets too much when all they speak of is National Service and guns and all that. i mean, yeah everyone is in Army now, and maybe i'll never understand this, but, dont' you find it a bit more sian when you're OUT of army and you still wish you're BACK IN it from the way you talk?
i'll never understand it. but even when boys were not in NS i could never really understand what they were actually feeling at the moment, or if they were feeling anything. because most of the times boys think, they dont' feel. at least they try to keep an objective logical stance on any issue which really irks me because i believe that no stance is truly logical or objective anyway. so...

(oh btw i love bloggging. i feel much better after that. it certainly helps you to straighten out your thoughts because sometimes all you need to do is write)

so that's why going out with girls are betta! girls, you can talk to, they enjoy and understand emotions much more, and they try to blend in rather than wanting their own way, at least in the general sense that's the impression i get. i mean, head-strength is a masculine quality, while acqueisence a female one, isn't it.


but i really know it's all God's will and sometimes that's all I need to know.

People just need to relax. Not to the stage when everything is left on the shelf and life becomes a struggle to finish work; but just enough so that things are completed and yet stress is reduced to a minimum.

One must see it this way.

There are so many hours to do work. And yet the work isn't that much. It's still so manageable. Just do your share, go home, and be happy. we can all be friends. what's with all the bickering and the blaming of each other?

Mistakes will be made, for we are human. we are not God. and the right attitude to take with regards to them is to relax and enjoy the mistakes and ensure they aren't repeated.

because. it's scary to be too good. i wonder how human you really are. we should strive for efficiency but please don't take away our human emotions or love for each other.


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and if you read these blogs, i don't think anyone will know what it is all about.

but neither do i.

i'm rambling, but that's good, because things are more honest.

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like Sarah said on her blog, hillsongs is really good, and yeah i also remember what darlene said about 'it's not a pretty melody, it's my heart, and my life'. the problem about pretty melodies is that it detracts you from God, because you're so focussed on the melody you forget about who the melody is for. so more important is to focus on God, and if the melody wants to come then let it come.
and i really liked the 'walk humbly, be kind and compassionate' part, too...
hmms

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the commentary on Ronald Reagan in Time Magazine was stirring in one phrase, that which mentioned his belief that God has a plan for him and all he wants to do is to follow that plan. such faith is so wonderful and such an inspiration. i mean, things happen for a reason. and perhaps the reason why things don't happen the ideal way is because, well, i wasn't made for it. and if i'm not made for it and God doesn't want it then who am I to say I want it?

this is so confusing, isn't it.

you don't get it. but sometimes you can't have it. because if you have it then you won't actually enjoy it, because it doesn't fit your life.

okay so it really isn't it.

hmms.

okay well, so it takes a j1 to realise this: (taken from my junior junior class's blog)

"the people who get the most down are so down probably because their sense of self-worth is measured by evidence of their achievements, i.e. medals and grades and thingys you win etc. or how you look on paper. and so now they can't be at the top they feel like failures. but this is fundamentally wrong cos self-worth should be based on uh. other things i guess. as in. what other things would vary from person to person but i don't exactly think the most important thing in anyone's life should be achievement in terms of winning things. cos thats basically a selfish way to live and even though okay, man is basically selfish we can try not to be can't we? and give life some slightly nobler purpose? and if you try to think this way after some time things may start looking up. like you start living for friends or for cca or for lessons etc. just appreciating these things in themselves. and you set goals and try hard for those goals but you stop trying to win everything. and life gets peachier and rosier =]"

what pearls of wisdom. Such people, who can see beyond their achievements and the immediate and have confidence in themselves because of who they ARE and not what they DO, are hard to come by. especially in rj. if only people'd learnt earlier and not waste their lives fighting for useless futile things, maybe we'd all learn to love a little more.

sounds like trite to you, but then, life is a wonderful journey and the negative things that come my way don't deserve to spoil my fun. i am, optimistically buoyant about my future, and that's how it's meant to be. thank you!

urm. yups. i don't know. should i be a lawyer?? i must pray. hmms. i odn't think so, though. how do u be a Christian and be a lawyer at the same time? as purvis says, are they 'parascites on crime?' so how? so how? hmms. must pray.

Just went for FOP(festival of praise) yesterday; it was a wonderful praise session just worshiping God with so many other Christians and it was great because it was total; we worshipped from the bottom of our hearts, putting away all distractions as unimportant in the splendour of praise and worship, and it was with all our hearts. and so i want to thank God for that chance to be there, and for the uplifting and the chance to dedicate my life wholly to you again. thank you.

i wrote quite alot of christian songs after that. it's great to write christian music, very uplifting and well i don't know, it's like, just some things i want to say ,right.


hmms. i miss my friends too.

On Music

Music is such a high art form that it takes years of training and immersion to simply touch its surface and understand a bit of its concepts and ideas. Here I shall try to make sense of what is known as ‘Tempo’, after reading a wonderful book in the Esplanade library on the subject.

Tempo
The tempo referred to here is not simply the rhythm, whether it is jagged, syncopated, etc., but the pulse, how fast it is when you count the beats, 1-2-3-4, is it fast or slow. This element is often neglected among performers and listeners, but it plays a very important and elementary role in determining the mood and feel and the entire makeup of the song. The correct tempo should be one that allows the song’s melodies to be eminently singable, not too draggy so that the melodies all fall apart to become individual notes (because the sense of rhythm (and I mean rhythm, not tempo) is lost as a result), and not too fast so that one is hardly able to ‘hear’ the note itself cleanly, which is bad as well. Hence it is probably more accurate to state that there are a range of tempi that a song can be played, and this range varies from a very small window, perhaps for some rock songs or dance tracks when the tempo itself is crucial in adding to the feel of the song, to jazz standards etc when there is probably a looser sense of rhythm that allows performers greater flexibility.
It is not necessarily true that tempo is always decided by mood (happy songs=fast, sad songs=slow), but the greater determinant is the melody in itself, as singled out earlier, but the shape and form of the melody itself. For instance, ‘moon river’ has a large expansive shape, consisting of a perfect 5th up (which is characteristic), and slowly leading stepwards down to the 4th and up again to the 5th in seconds. Because of this large expansive shape being the characteristic of the song, it is only natural that the tempo allows for this broadness, this expansiveness, symbolized by perhaps a grand in-out movement of the arms. On the other hand, a song like ‘Happy together’ will become stifling and boring if it were to be in the same tempo as ‘Moon River’. The verse is rather rhythmic (stop start), and the melody is rather narrow, consisting mainly of seconds, in a descending sequence, and hence the tempo is more edgy and fluid (gets on with it) so as to convey that unique rhythm that characterizes the song. Furthermore, the part ‘I do’, which is on the off-beat, is to be sung in a tone which convinces the listener(the girl) that he actually does ‘imagine me and you’, and hence it has to be rather fast, because the style is one of a man trying to both express his emotions, because deep down he is romantic and feels for her, and wants to hide it, being a little afraid of an unfavourable reaction from her. So hence the mumble ‘I do’. Moreover, the part ‘I can’t see me loving nobody but you’ is to be joyous and exclamatory, a outpouring statement of love and devotion, and hence it is delivered almost anthemically and with a vigour that is conveyed in the tempo of straight beats that are almost martial.
I shall continue more next time. If any of you are playing in a band, this is really important—too many times have I heard young kids, especially, play piano too fast, or old men play too slowly. It is not how fast or how slow you can move your fingers, but how tempi affects listening, that’s the key.

God, in His infinite mercy, gave me the opportunity yesterday (Sunday) to turn back and follow Him as a disciple. And how can I not take up that wonderful offer? May You be the center of my life. It is not, God is up there, I am down here, I am communicating, but, God is in me and I am just in Him and everything i have is flowing through Him and He controls it.

The service in the morning was really cool. Thanks to God, somehow all of us played well; somehow God's calming presence enabled us to all play in time, and for once our drummer was cool!! yay! i mean we struggled so much during rehearsals that when it was so good in the real thing it is all up to God's grace and even Uncle Sam was quite surprised we managed to do it. The message was really good. Pastor Daniel showed us 2 pictures; one of a formed Paul and Peter (all scupltures by Michaelangelo), and one of the unformed Matthew, with only his torso formed but the rest still stuck in cement, and challenged all of us not to be like this Matthew, who has started his spiritual journey but in the end lies stagnant, never finishing the race that he has run. I don't want to do that. I want to grow, to bear fruit, to know YOu more to draw closer to You and all that; just to learn a bit more everyday. I dedicate my whole life to You please just use me.
And later on during worship at night it was a wonderful elated experience within me that praised God through the songs we were singing and I was just there prayerful and bowing and talking to Him from the bottom of my soul. it has to be this; prayer must be deep, 'deep calls to deep'. And later on I was just happy, i don't know why.

Just came back from ACJC choir concert. those people can really sing, though I'd rather they pitch better.

Be strong in the Lord, please be. Somehow I know God has made you strong for this day when you are able to look to Him and let Him enfold you in His arms, in the midst of all the memories and the feelings and emotions that well up inside.
I know that, my friend. please take care.

'This world is not my home, I'm just a-passing through. My treasures are laid up, somewhere beyond the blue'

-for a friend-


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Life's rollercoaster of ups and downs never seems to end, and it's interesting how everything comes and everything goes in an instance. It was like, I was so happy I got accepted into law, because it was so competitive; the next day I fell sick with a horrible flu. And then like last thursday or friday music just seemed to flow through me, I could hear very well again, could write songs, sing well, in pitch, and everything. Full swing 180 deg back to today, so tired, outta sync, my playing in church was so off.

I have to realise that life brings surprises and new experiences each day and I have to cherish these experiences because they are oh so precious and your life is determined somewhat by them. Cherish them i will, I will.

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She is so pretty. sigh. (okay nothing nothing)

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life is unfair
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I am probably fortunate to be in SSU (my dept) because everyone is happy and friendly to each other. But that is also our biggest curse, precisely because I value honesty. And I can't imagine why everyone can be happy everytime. Sometimes when people are angry and frustrated, it's only human to show it, and when it is hidden under a veneer of happy smiles, it frustrates me, because there isn't any real emotion then. People aren't people anymore. What I like is for people to express themselves naturally in front of others, instead of being a person who simply fakes everything for the sake of preserving his image. I don't care about mine; LOL; i just live. i do not find it glorious to be the most happening, most hip guy around. all i want to do is to live according to my principles, be in close touch with God and with the people I love, and then live true to myself. that's all i ask for, man.

one of the greatest problems about NS is that it distorts the mind and destroys everything that was unique about the individual for the sake of harmonious uniformity and cohesive team spirit, esprit de corps they call it. and so how do they do it? they try to make everyone carbon copies of each other, human robots, eschewing human difference for the sake of efficiency and speed. and you wonder why governments complain about people's lack of creativity. it is precisely because of this. to be different, to slack, to be lazy, even to rebel, is all part of us that allows us to move away from the accepted line of action, and that's when creative paths can be formed. unfortunately, NS doesn't allow such privileges, and so how do you expect that from our men? i do not even want to speak of the social alienations NS creates; maybe after 2 and a half years they'll have forgotten how to speak to girls.
seriously, if robots weren't totally nullified by EMPs, we could scrap NS altogether and have robot soldiers instead. now we have soldiers masquerading as robots.

Of Roses and Thorns

Life's journey is littered with thorns. Occassionally there'll be roses, but you really have to find them. People struggle to meet end's meet, feed their families. Life is hard. Yet those who can find their roses among the thorns and build little beds for these roses to grow in their lives are the ultimate winners in life. You have to grow them yourself because there isnt' enough roses to go around.

I need direction, somehow...

And stability

and consistency.

But ultimately the people who I will respect with all my heart are those who will live their life enduring everything the world will throw at them, be it the pains of OCS or heartbreak, etc, and still have it in their hearts to love others and wanting the best for them. and in the end who will be left?

i will respect them. sir. *salute*.

Epic movies serve to make me feel how insignificant I am in the whole scheme of things; our lives come and they go like the wind, and years from now, who will remember our name? It makes me appreciate how much God loves me, for He is ruler of heaven and earth, and of all the lands and of all the peoples and of the ancient times to the ends of this age, and yet He cares about me. I feel privileged, and how can I take this for granted? Please don't let me; I feel scared to let go--let me cling on for as long as I live. like how the troy priestesses worshipped their gods, whom they never saw; how much more should I love and worship You O God. so many times we take You for granted and let me start afresh by realising that you have plans for me, and how can you work if i don't let You, let You take control, and involve you into my everyday and my everynight?

i need help. lalala.

I have to apologise for my behaviour in life. For not being present, being there for people, and remaining detached and aloof in front of them, not bringing them into my life and opening up my world to them, not being interested in them, for that matter. Not being interested in their life and all that. So I guess it's no one's fault if I'm just cut off from the world, alienated, and when all i get is hies and friendly goodbyes. You deserve what you get, I deserve mine. I realised I'm not the good friend I once was, last time, caught up in too many things, in trying to get the most out of the good time you have because you really don't have any time left after all that studying in JC (RJC stifles you, it really does), and then you get hard-up and all that, and you care too much about yourself and not enough for others.

crap man I have to change.

Wen en was right when he said that i was spreading myself too thin. because I wasn't investing in people, no one invested in me. No one's interested in whether I get into SMU or what university or how my future will be. or who I'm dating, (Which is no one, incidentally). No one really cares, why, because maybe I didn't care too much about them, I wasn’t interested. I didn’t allow them to come into my world and share the moments with me. So what can I say but, sucks to myself. Spreading myself too thin is that result. Lots of little friends, but gone are the bosom friends I once had.

I know I still care for them. I just don’t express it very well. But I’ll be there, even in the moody times. Things go so wrong, but I’ll be there. I think about these things sometime, but few people really think nowadays, do they. We used to, once, like when you were 13 and 14 and just growing up and discovering life together and all the wonderful things together, playing soccer, laughing, why.

now they dont' call you out to talk over coffee. it's just, okay let's go pubbing or watch a movie. no, i haven't watched a movie in ages also, maybe because there isn't anyone to watch with.

i dread saturdays because of that. because no guy in his right mind puts me as a 'first option'. i am usually the last option.

i am speaking honestly, by the way.

no one calls me so i am lonely. isolated. i hate saturdays. oh i said that already.



i used to have solid groups of friends that were close and we'll all get together and talk about life and everything was fun and all that. but people get girlfriends and boyfriends and they're stuck in camp and have their own groups of friends. tis the problem with going to RJ. you haven't moved on, but they have (the ac people). they've moved on so far to new worlds that you'd only wish you'd have.

and so i wait for better things and better hopes for the future. there's still some confidence in me that i can do it. i can make it this time. because i can turn it on and then things will be better. i'll be the life of the party again.


i wrote a song. songs like that, are genuine.

good night.

I think the reason why I'm never close to any social group is because i think i get bored really easily, and most of the time groups that I want to be in are either 1. too wild for my parent's liking, or 2. too tame for my liking. you realise there is only a small bandwidth of groups that are in the middle. and so far i haven't found it yet.

you know, parents just play such a big role: it's the reason why i never really go clubbing, because they just keep such a big eye on you. and they just dont' realise, yhey man, i'm 19, what do you treat me for? damn, why i can't i just start work now???

don't ever go bar celona. what a dumb name. lousy music. etc. outta tune, wrong tempo, no liveliness. i could play betta in my bedroom, man.... hmms. i hoep zhu do't get too upset coz it was her suggestion but nvm its okay every thing has the first time lah...

but i am going to rave about vocal exploits that happened yesterday night, for it was really fantastic. the first part was really nice, i loved 'lonesome road' and some of the experimental atonalistic pieces, which was really cool, because the sounds of the harmonies were nice. hmms. seldom do i hear real music nowadays with all the pop trash going on about. and furthermore, later on valerie's voice was really outstanding (i think that's her name), the fringe concert, and punch was brilliant, wonderfully entertaining, with their cornee lame jokes and stupid actions which made it so hilarious just to watch. haha. i can still remember their elephants and their baboons in 'lion sleeps tonight'. grins. oh well, more about that.

it's so romantic, fullerton hotel and the river. what was really nice, though, was just the atmosphere, that you have fun doing something you love, and you show it out.
that's what's important.

Haven't blogged for a long time. went for my law interview, on friday, and had a good time after that, shopping with jerald, etc., going to brewerz for some beers, going to sentosa on saturday for some talking and some beach games eg. frisbee. So sick after that, but it was a fun weekend. could be better, though.

i have to OBEY GOD. today's quiet time subject was about how, if we love God, we will keep His commandments and obey Him. I can't agree more. it says 'it's not a warm feeling or a belief', but its obedience....sure. it is. because if He is our master, then the only way we show we love Him is to obey Him. it's just like the way we love our parents is to obey them, no?

hmm. i should do that more.

i've been so bubbly and smiley and talkative, which is good, i guess. i miss that energy. sigh. it seems like only once i get my brain working, which takes incredibly long, can i get into a nice funk to enjoy myself. why's that. haha.

and songs are inevitably linked to images.

and i love 'someone to watch over me'.

Speaking of that, here is my review of American Idol.

1. Diana DeGarmo
Absolutely superb. sure, she doesn't look too good, a bit on the plump side, but man she can sing. someone to watch over me was done in a nice pure way, for a 16 year old that sure is great--it wasn't as rounded/full of that warmth as you'd expect from someone like ella fitzgerald, but it had a nice pureness that came from singing naturally without the vibrato. but the second song really pushed the limits, and beat the competition away. why? because firstly, it was so lively, and her voice just flutted with the melody effortlessly, it was just pitch perfect, seriously. it was, like, so agile, and so fresh. wonderful. judy garland, wasn't it. and also the image: a nice little girl one, which was pretty cool for her. moreover, she impresses with her honesty. in front of everyone, she has no airs, she just speaks with a nice fresh tone, is cheery and bubbly, and takes criticism so well...she deserves to be american idol 3.

2. George Huff
First song, from Top Hat, only amateurish. the song was good, funky, nice and swingy, but maybe the voice just failed to stir, coz it was just so low, and sometimes it seemed as though he was struggling with the notes a little bit. and like he can't talk properly issit. make no mistake, coz i like huff, but i think sometimes the antics are getting too fake, and it's time there's a bit of sad emotion coming through, some realistic little human connectiveness that'll make him a star. but the songs were nice. i wonder what they were. hmm. what a wonderful world, and then the top hat song.

3. Latoya London
Hard to follow after Diana, but surely this was lousy. she looked like a chicken popping her head in and out. the voice was not bad, a bit strained, perhaps? but a lack of personality, maybe. i just can't feel it, i dont' know why. but i guess you can't just strain to hit the high notes all the time. she was better last time, i believe? i haven't heard the judges yes but that's what i think. oh no the judges just gave her a ten outta ten. haha for once i dont' agree with cowell. okay it was a great broadway performance tho. i'll have to give her that.

4. Jasmine Trias.
Kena slammed for being 'unexciting'. sure, but the appeal's still there. sweet girl appeal, isn't it. the first song was really great, i think 'the way you look tonight' really benefited from a warm rendition. the tone was really beautiful, lilting, melodious, beautiful, warm...and the second song was not bad, she rocked. the dress was nice. okay pleasant. but really i think at this stage pleasant is still enough to progress (note ms fantasia)

5. Fantasia Barrino
great performance. nice song. it was quite brilliant actually. there was some emotion there. i din really like her before but okay this one was good

this is in order of performance, btw.

Just came back from dance night! In a high now! You'll know you're in a high when you RUN back from the bus stop, instead of walking, for goodness sakes'.

the first part went along with the actual concert itself. i especially liked the 3 beat song, (Forgetting the dance), and especially the coloured dances, the chinese dances, even the hip hop ones. all were pretty cool. there was some nice touches here and there, i must add. what was really cool were the costumes, probably at a all-time high. all tastefully done and stylishly apt, too.

although the fun only got on in the later part, with the photo taking and all that. not bad, it was like a big school reunion with all these people meeting up together and discussing their lives. not bad. felt really nice. although damn why aren't i a councillor? heh. walking to cheese prata was pretty cool also cuz zhu kept calling me bladder boy and all that. =) which was quite fun. aiya. just being the life. just being myself. being loud and don't care and brash and weird and even gay. okay im not but it was fun to pretend i were one...

filled with rhythm to write songs, inspired to write dance tracks. can u imagine them playing it at a club? heh heh....the party atmosphere is pretty cool and euphoric. its energetic. haven't felt like that in ages!

oh...and..HI! and HI! to all of you. hmms. i din say hie but never mind, hi.=)

The tragedy at Nicoll highway left a profound impact on me. Looking at the TV and the cries of the families who's relatives had perished in the collapse made me realise just how precious life is, and how infinitely mortal we really are. Each day that we live is a gift from God. The next day, we might die, and meet our Maker. 'I don't worry 'bout tomorrow, I just live from day to day.' And so, how much more should we cherish our lives, and the good times we have and the families and friends you share and know. How much more should we cherish everything we have because time is short. You never know if anything will happen to the people you love and know.

The flaming lips expresses it very well...
"Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -

And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun don'-go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize "


And I am so proud of my organisation (SCDF) to be the rescuers at the forefront rescuing bodies. We are the best. we actually do something noble. man. this is the thing that makes SCDF people swoon with pride.

Had a swim today; decided to exercise a bit. And moreover, prayer was good today, so good. can actually feel. the images in my head of something majestic towering into the sky coupled with song. it's rather interesting as well. hmms. Lord I just need to feel You with me all the time, and not just know. but to really experience and feel. what an apt bible lesson today!!

Happy birthday to myself! I'm saying this because most people don't have a clue today is, my, urm, birthday. happy 19th.

so i went out with jerm to this mexican restaurant of which i've forgotten the name to have burritos, tacos, wings, and margaritas. it was good, especially the drink, nice and limey and potent. now how often do you get strong cocktail drinks? most of the time it's so diluted it tastes exactly of 7up, or syrup, etc., especially if you go to restaurants which serve drinks but are mainly known for food, such as hard rock cafe. you'll never get proper drinks there. most of the time i order beer, because, well, you can't cheat with beer.

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i guess working at ubi headquarters has indeed confirmed something people tend to say about singapore. there are the cosmopolitians, and the heartlanders. although somewhat cliched, such a division holds much water. i am not saying one is better than the other, they're just different. Civil Defence is flooded with the heartlander sort. Most speak chinese, play pool, listen to stefanie sun and jay chou, and think the chioest person in the world is joanne peh, or something of that kind. because my department is more heartlandish, i guess i'd also need to adjust. but please, no ah-beng attitudes or act-cools. i really can't tolerate it, man. but what i like about them is this warm and fuzzy friendliness about them. it's rather simple, open, and nice. but somehow i don't know, i'd like to think there's more to life than that.

but you already know what cosmopolitians are like. they speak english, for one thing.

and if you think singapore is one homogenous nation, try living in tampines, and then moving to clementi. whole lot of difference. tampines is so suburban, almost a cluster-town. everything is self-contained. so new. buses travel around like they're in simcity. flats are themed. back here in clementi everyone is waiting to go to orchard to have some fun.

and btw, macpherson is downright ugly. there are factories next to sleazy hotel-81 styled hotels and little residences popping up here and there. LTA should be sued. the whole place reeks of malaysian haphazard-towns where little trucks run up and down amidst rickshaws and bicycles. absolutely disgraceful. if it's old and full of charm, that's wonderful--penang is like that, or maybe even central chinatown. this one isn't old and yet its fugly. ridiculous.

what i can't stand.
1. ah lians with dyed hair.
2. girls with dyed hair.
3. anyone with dyed hair

seriously it's not the occassional highlight, its those brown-coloured dyes that make you look like japs. so unoriginal. please, come on, have some taste.

'Twas a good day today. It started off with a nice church service. I realised that I have to get back to God and, really, the most important thing is what he thinks of me, and not what the world thinks of me. It's His leading that's important. and even if the whole world hates me/scorns me, but His favour rests on me, that's all that I need.

Statement no 1: The most wonderful thing in life is the knowledge that God is with you; the worse thing is that awful sense of god-forsakenness you get after sinning/being too concerned with earthly things. so, help me to have some resolve.

Statement no 2: character=consistency. there's no point being nice only sometimes when you're in the mood, and the rest of the time when you're in a foul mood to act stupid. the test is CONTROL. how well can you control what you're doing. how well can you control your emotions. now that's real hard. of course, when you are happy and well, everything is nice and you're cheery and bubbly and smiley. but when things start to go wrong, can you still have that warmth in you? if you believe statement no. 1 then God should play the most important role, hence everything still works out fine, hence, you'll be alright.

I had a really nice dinner at Sebestian's. the service was outstanding, the waitress nice, polished, friendly, not too loudish, yet not too reserved. the food was excellent; duck cassoulet (stew) was nice and tasty, esp. with the beans; my rack of lamb was flavourful, the beef was good, and so on. a nice hearty french meal. dessert's souffle was a bit disappointing, it can't compare to bakers' inn, but it did had lots of grand marnier in it, which did wonders. afterward i felt so sweet, tender, full, and just so relaxed as my food digested in me tummy and i just was there. it's the after-dinner effect (it can't be explained. you have to experience it). maybe coz i ate lots of meat, which is quite rare, actually. but i think it's the beer. but the ambience was really nice. it reminds me of rustic french provinces where music is played and you sit there looking over hills and pastures. so story-book like. hmms. i shall go to bed with good memories, and a wonderful feeling in my tummy.

i shall sing songs.

I'm beginning to enjoy Combo Band. I enjoy it more when I'm playing the piano, I guess, because I'm playing more things than silly full chords with the synthesizer to mimic strings, which is, frankly speaking, boring. i hope cpt jaffar etc. aren't reaading this. it will be too politically incorrect. i mean, the worse thing is, the roland is really off in terms of key and stuff. i always have a feeling it's somewhat off in its intonation, but it might be just me. i mean, it just doesnt' sound right, maybe because i don't know how to use it. in any way the strings really sound off. why can't they just get a korg or something. the strings are so much more, stringy.

i mean good strings have to be, full (you gotta hear the chord), unobtrusive (no jagged sounds, etc, no piercing high ends), rounded and mellow, and atmospheric. i mean. it's gotta have that sheen, that warmth and depth as well, while not being overpowering. hard to find the right combination, i guess.

but when i close my eyes and delve into the music, songs like the malay ones 'pintu ke terkaker' etc. and 'lean on me' etc. are really nice sometimes. nice to play with a band, and appreciate all the little chords.

and the thing is, i need a girlfriend. why?? because when all the guys are in the army, girls are the only ones available. and not only that, that's just a peripheral point. i mean, girls are there not just for the fun, but a gf will truly understand you and be a nice pillar of support and a kinda conversation partner, a soulmate so to speak. because sometimes in NS, away from social groups, it can get somewhat lonely, and I just need somewhat to speak with, about what i'm thinking, the day's happenings, the future, the past, and share feelings with.

i'm trying not to be mushy.


=)

layout's changed.

Happy easter to all.

God, in His infinite mercy, is slowly eroding away my hard shell that has developed around me, and showing me love and peace. Thank you. slowly i shall come to understand, fully, and not go back to sinful, angry feelings. The life of a Christian is one of peace, love, and kindness, a slow life of 'others first, I'm last', not this 'go and seek out pleasure and be the best in everything'. It is, 'but for the grace of God am I', and 'I have completed the race' in humble dependence on God, and not, 'I can do everything by myself'. And if I am to understand that, then it is not the world's standards I should be ascribing to, but Yours. Then why am I so hard-up, O Lord?? For fun and all, when everything I need is in You?

For Jesus died for my sins. And Jesus You had to endure the cruelest thing of all, not just the pain and the torture, but seperation from Your loving Father, as You cried out 'Why has Thou forsaken Me?' You were forsaken, when I should have been forsaken. Thank You, God, for sending Jesus down for us.

So please heal me please heal me please heal me and help me...

T. D. Jakes' song 'Mercy saw me' is really inspirational. 'The justice of God saw what I had done, but Mercy saw me through the Son, not what I was but what I could be, that's how mercy saw me'.

Save me.

I’m kinda hard up now. Hard up for the good things in life to come and come and come without giving anything of myself away. Wanting to take more, and more, till one day I sink and swim in an ocean of gifts and blessings. Such is a result of my repressed state of mind that I end up like this, a state that, thanks to RJC and all sorts of influences, slowly sinks into never-ending-nothingness. Coming from a world that tells you you have to be the best in order to survive, what more do I now know?

I was not like that last time. I was content to just doing my thing, living my life quietly, enjoying the little simple pleasures that come my way as gifts from God, not thinking too much about what I needed to do to ‘prosper’ and all that. When I treated life like everything was a bonus, I began to enjoy it even more than I would have if I had felt they were expected, I deserved it. Naw. But slowly things changed. In addition to my growing up came this hard-up-ness about me, because I felt things slipping away, I felt my life reducing to nothingness, and I just want to keep the bits that I still had with me. If you’d say, I was nicer 3, 4 years ago, it is probably true. Now, I expect too much. I expect fun after every outing, if not I’d feel disappointed. I’d expect to be the center of attraction. It really sucks. Why can’t I be normal?

We build ourselves around the wrong things. It really should be God as the pinnacle, the base, the support, not songs that you write, music, your friends that will fail you, or even your family. And once the focus is wrong, any little chink to these mortal elements will inevitably cause your whole world to collapse. I hope mine hasn’t.

I am slowly rediscovering my life again. Speaking with J in the office about his friends and deep issues brought me back to the days where I would sit in Coffee Bean/Starbucks speaking about human relationships to my little buddies. Back to the times of sitting in the train pondering over little issues, and discovering new friends, and treasuring friendships before they slip away. It’s speaking of deeper issues that lie beneath the surface and thinking how fortunate you are to have friends. It is not taking people for granted, but treating them as precious jewels that we are fortunate enough to meet. Sometimes you have to, you’ll never know.

‘I’ll drown my beliefs, to have you be in peace’

My songlist now:

1. Bic Runga: Sway
2. Jason Mraz: You and I both
3. Kelly Chen: Ji Shi Ben
4. Jay Chou: Dong Feng Po
5. Jay Chou: Fen Lie/An Jing
6. Remy Zero: Save me
7. Tal Bachman: She's so high

There's something wonderful abt Wala-Wala. it's almost homely. it's kinda like people just responding to the music and everything's nice and wonderful and people are talking and having fun.

that's what we are all about. people and their relationships and atmospheres. i'lll have enough of being technical and absolutely anal and concentrate on getting the feel, the flow, the vibe. it's not the hard mechanics of life, it's more, the undescribable intangibles.

because when we raise the hooegarden and chill out with your friends and talk all sorts of rubbish you feel high and rather warm and nice. u can get away for a while in a dark little room with nice lamp shades and aweesome music.

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on another note, the combo band's doing well. we're gelling and getttng the music in shape, all ready for the police to come visit us.
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played soccer and bball today. bball was so-so, made 2 nice floaters tt was really good, but the rest was lousy. in the end it got kinda boring. at least i didn't miss the layups. but soccer was much more fun, although i cramped very very badly. almost 10 minutes. had 2 people to help me stretch my calfs and all, because they were tensing up (both of them), so you can imagine how agonisingly painful it was. until now (almost 5 hours later) i still can't walk properly. sigh. damn.

but i was all over e place. sigh. they had to put like 3 people on me as i wiggled henrylike through their defence. haha. too bad i only scored one, from a corner kick. so many opportunites to score. sigh. nvm i'll be happy providing for people.


why can't people be nice. it sucks. sigh. stress and pressure. the greatest test is not how you act towards me when we're all happpy and partying. it's how you act towards me in stress and pressure and in dire circumstances. will you still be nice.

Updates are in place. A picture of my life unfolds, as of Thursday 25th March 2004, 11:45...

Just finished the first day of my actual job, at Service Support Unit at HQ. It's quite a nice place actually. the people are nice, at least from face value, and i haven't actually gotten any work done yet, maybe because I only stayed there for a while, until 10 for band practice. Grins.... which was really fun, although really tiring. Got introduced to the people around. HQ is going to be my home for the next 2 and a half years, I'd better begin to enjoy and like it.

What stinked was this incident with a stinky officer who came to reprimand me about playing billiards in the snooker mess room. Firstly, it was very odd. I was there at 5.30, which was the opening time. and secondly, i've been there many times and never got scolded, so why should it be, this time? and, well, what happened was that i actually went in there and started shooting a bit, then this officer wearing cvs came in and i played with him. and then many other officers came in later on. and so maybe he thought i was intruding into their private space or what. wahtever man. i came there first, and besides when you're playing a game with someone, its always a code shared between players that everyone's equal, regardless of rank. once you're on the pool table.

That said, band performance at the mess was really good. First, there was really good food. now that's enough to warm everyone's stomachs to start playing well. had a few helpings. prawn noodles, satay, the like. now if only they'd devote some of that funds to NSF. sigh. they're abusing us. =P. although 'the way you looked tonight' wasn't very good, summertime was rather fluent, and was fun too, wif many different solos played by the guitarist, saxaphonist, and I (the keyboardist)...'la bamba' was very very exuberant. I just swooned into the music, closed my eyes, swayed my head, it felt like clubbing. the way music moves you. and making silly jokes with the combo band people and talking about stuff and just doing things together. sigh. it's fun. it's what's been missing for quite some time. 'careless whisper' had a wonderful climax and a lovely party atmosphere.

i'm going to watch observatory tomorow, after my first full day at work. God please help.

and besides i have EDB interview on tuesday, and ST on monday. pray it'll be good. have to take time off, though. hopefully the officers will relent. i hope so, but i'm so new, hopefully they're nice people. if not i shoudl go and complain to commissioner or something. heh.


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it's sad how people drift away from your life. I used to cry about it long ago, but then I realised crying didn't really help matters, except allowing you to drown in your misery for a little while, putting on some radiohead, beck, and thinking, 'it's nobody's fault but my own'. i guess sometimes maybe it's just the way life is. people come, they must go, off to a different stage of their life, when you wont' be around with them anymore. people have drifted away from my life, but one of the most important lessons i've learnt was to stand on my own, with God, with my family. friends are great to talk to, but they can't dispense who you are. maybe being in a relationship is different, but with platonic friends, you never know if, one day, he/she might jsut get attached and drift away, and find it difficult to relate to you. you never know if you're never as important as the times when you talked with each other on the phone every day, and knew every little detail abt the other person. you'll never know. and probably things just die.

great topic for a song. grin.

okay going to sleep now. take care peeps.

Just feel like doing a shout-out now, you know, to the people in this world.

FROM AC
jeremy: thanks for being there. you've been a great friend, and at least we're still in really close contact. thanks for coming back to church. stay in touch.
quekky: thx for the jammin sessions and the music, not to mention the pool and the absurd sense of humour. and just sitting around and stoning. and of course, a great person to go out with. we'll go clubbing again one day (okay, i'll join u this time) when i'm feeling better, yups.
wenen: (nearly forgot). you never fail to amuse me. and though both of us have our own paths in life, i'll never forget the celine dions and the rolling around in the libraries, not to mention little dinner talks, cafe visits, flossie outings. you were a perennial, and please be at least a fone call away, or something. dinner's great, clubbing's betta.
ben k: dunno what's happened to you and your life. pls don't float away like driftwood, we can meet up some day again. even when e's taking up the rest of the day, i'm sure there's still time. at least u understood somewhat.
kevin sw: we were really close friends, and it's funny how things worked out till we're almost on different planets. still, it's funny that we can still have marvellous conversations when we meet even after you come back from venus and i back from mars. come back to earth, and me too.
nat: stay cool, buddy. i know life's been a bit rocky somewhat, somehow, in limbo right now, but then again, you always had the zest in you, the spark, and pls don't let it go. we can play pool, go hmv again, watch some concerts, you know, anything.
kevin ws: thx for not forgetting your old friends.

RJC:
daryl: thx for all the c***ness, for standing up for me, for just allowing me to accompany u and mich around like a stupid lamppost and not minding. and thx for being close, keeping in touch, just being there. yups.
kenny: keep up the jazz. stay in touch.
mun: i miss your awkwardness and your down-to-earth humour which isn't really down-to-earth, if you get what i mean.
liang/sim: crazy antics. keep up the messeduppedness and hope to see you pple soon.
jing: oxford beckons. go be an officer.
melly yeo: see below. (hehs). okay no seriously meelly yeo is someone i miss. thx for always standing by me. and it's always nice, the little chatting sessions, drawing on my worksheet. it's great u're happy with (See below) and yeah. it's wonderful lah. im happy for you. oh i want a hug. haha.
adriel/wenyi/etc: AC rocks. you pple are great, seriously.
mark: (see above). let's go jamming someday.
ben: pls dont' get drunk!!!! pls. hehs. plssss plsss!!. yah.
sida: BBTT!! it's great fun studying with ya. i hope we still keep in touch. rem the chocolates and stuff. keep eating them man. and u amaze me with ur bubbliness all the time lah. beammmerrr
zhuuuu: hello there ms "if pigs can't fly, zhu will try". i still remember the old days at jiang and the manic laughter which really made sat nights something to look forward to, wif ye lao shi and all tt, even if u were from sengkang north (hehs). anyway, i just wanna say, let's go out for a beer or something.
(sheesh there are still SO MANY PPLE)
noelle/addy: great knowing you too. u 2 r really nice pple. nolly lets play tennis soon.
aik/ivan/the 1c gang/andrew/jerry et al: you pple rock the scene. i've never seen a class this united, wif its own distinct personalities and so on.
yvette: ms touch rugby. it was really funny seeing you for the first time in RJC last time, and you actually thought i was (someone else id unno who) rite. okay anywae. ms c***ster, meet u for dinner some day ya. haha. u really are cock. haha. daryl would agree.
candice: hello ms glam girl with a merc and going around to UK and having so much damn fun. i envy you. haha. meet up some day yah.
sarah: hello there. u'll prolly never stumble across this blog, but then again....well. u're an angel in disguise. thx for the interesting songs. the safra-day songs, working wif ya for the batch song was a joy. thanks.
amanda g: meowww to you. you're really a special individual, a wonderfully creative person, thx for being nice, and helpful, and docile, and weird, and really being anything but boring. it's been a joy talking to ya coz its very entertaining. haha.
tiff: hello to you. haha. we must talk in person, but all the best to life, the As, don't worry too much abt all of tt. God'll provide. anyway, nice chatting on icq man. about so-and-so and so-and-so (you know who_). anyway take care. keep singing. hehs.

OTHER PPLE
jing: what can i say. haha. thanks to you for keeping me entertained, for the little window-shoppings and hoppings, urm, for entertaining me when adriel and mel were having their little tete-a-tete, for being a friend. hehs.
sam lim: great mate. thx for making sunday afternoons not so lonely,boring.
debbie: have fun in melbourne, and u were a great cg leader. =) not to mention a talk-matepal
nok: fidolido@!!
eleena/fen: hello ms best-friend-from-pre-u-seminar, thanks for snatching ben away from us! (the ac pple). anyway, no, seriously, you're a pile of needles, a wreck, a maniac, but u're a funny lil' smurf. hee hee. eleena the smurf. and hello fen. hope u aren't too traumatised by my antics. yups yups. have fun.

sheesh, who else is there?!!

okay nvm. just say hie next time, yups. am too tired to continue this!=)

see ya mates!









"since you went away, the nights seem long
and soon i'll hear old winter's song
but i miss you most, of all, my darling
when autumn leaves, start to fall"

Not having posted here for many weeks can mean several things--either, one, my life is too wrecked and too miserable to describe in words (which is really a ludricuous notion, because, well, what can possibly make Shawn's life so miserable, huh?), two, it's completely humdrum (which you wouldn't be surprised about, i believe)...still, the most likely explaination is that Shawn's just too plain lazy to go update a blog which no one reads anyway. you would't believe it, would you?

I'm listening to the classic 'Autumn Leaves'. The wonderful thing about the song is its simplicity. Four notes, three steps leading to one large leap, is a great recipe for a sublime melancholic experience. One imagines the turning of the seasons, sipping on martinis on a verendah watching the leaves fall, and thinking about people passing us by, and experiences that once were. And lovers lost to 'old winter's song'. It's such a warm dreamy feeling that we take along with us on our beach-walks. And at night, when we're at Holland Village sitting on the little bar-gates that used to block cars, there are people walking around. little couples, cute little couples, holding hands, and meeting old friends that once were. at haagen daaz, groups of friends laugh about silly old times, or about the latest gossip. where there was once human warmth in my life, though, all there is are just little autumn leaves, flaky and soon to be grey, waiting to be gathered and thrown away.

(actually)
I'm hard up because I'm stuck at home with no programs. It sucks. If you're free and you think you might enjoy my company you can always call me. coz this sucks. i'm trying to write songs but they suck. i'm trying to do something with my life but now it's just a bloody transistion point (not just adjusting to being a clerk and being in NS) but also because of my friends, the people i love, the people who walk around my life. they flit and fly back and forth to i-don't-know-where. it's a mess right now because i'm missing out on the plot, definitely.